noise over noise
inside more noise
need to get away from it
can't work like this
25 kilo metres
here we go
dark and cold
scooter stink scooter noise, now there should go subsidies to electric scooters much better much better they who can afoord electric cars do they really need subsidies
solved one problem in my mind just in my mind while fleeing what can not be left
here we go
dark and cold
you know that feeling of
ultimate argument non winning sensations
now here comes the camera
what about them catkins ja
you are in macro mode ja
hey i am getting wet here ja
no win situation
under water what do you want to achieve
with them spots them white spots
where did they come from in the first place
not inside my lenses my light focus shows something else
silence of water
music for mind
coming and going
let it be let it come let it smooth all away
hundreds of photos coming and going
suddenly Virginia Woolf flows by her shoes sink inside sand her pockets are filled with rocks her hair flows like waves over her facial expression just a moment out of hours reflecting in my mind her dead her books her words
3 women 3 timescales 3 livelihoods
1 movie hours away
like my mind hours flowing on water forgetting all what can not be left
leaving reality out of my mind like wolfs with dubble Osss
creating stories making lines of words over screams entering my mind
letting go of what lays behind entering what lays ahead in my mind just my mind not yours not his her lines are different than mine in offensive minefield going where insults solve into waterlines going where outrage sinks to bottomlines.
yep here an old place a new way
hours later words later images later
the certain need to go back
headache picking up
cold till the bones
almost too late for bakery almost not yet
so cakes and bread to celebrate hours
hours in solitude when creativity flows the best
now spending hours to fix it all inside my mind
creating my own words creating storylines
showing my vision
what noise never will see
what hurry never will see
what concrete never will see
If you came this far to read what was written you might wonder i have lost my mind but no these are real feelings true feelings coming and going every day as i can not get used to city living inside a huge village but for dutch pricipes it is a village for me it is a city. To do what i do i need nature so need to escape.
My books are about just that in a certain way batteling against the stream in peace of mind. Perhaps Virginia Woolf is the inspiration by the river. More Virginia
None of the photos nor the poems will be published in the books they will stay unique for the books only, not for screens nor screams.
The first book is not yet finished but the second book is already in the making. Poetry How we search for them words. This time while doing the dishes, listening to music. A real word flow came.
Somebody asked if we poets, still use notebooks. Notebooks are for me well. I could not write poetry without notebooks.
All of the notebooks will not fit in 1 photo. I also could not write poetry without dictionary as English is not my first language. but That makes it much more interesting as you can use the language from a different perspective. Creating a new expression in words.
A poem made in 2003 how i feel about the city they call it concreet poetry perhaps collage is better exploring found pictures with found words to express a feeling
The very first poem was written in 1986 but will not show it it was straight from the heart looking for a place to be it is the poem laying open perhaps you can see it
the title of the next book will be SALIX the above photo didn’t make it yet it has something and that something will be found in words and photos
should one explain the meaning of a picture that meaning your meaning my meaning our should one leave it open for many meanings explanations
perhaps art is about freedom to interpret art in any way you yes you the observer the reader the audience want to see to hear to read art maybe not
deceptive nonsense worthless nonsense nonsense talk written in artistic poem making some sense but not totally as it uses words no longer used in the language of today can you write a poem by using letters no longer used today
well i did using words no longer used my drawing skills are not good enough for the beautiful letters so old words in-between words of the time no you will not read the poem here but once you do read it you find here a footnote with the meaning of the words as they are lost and forgotten yet so beautiful
FOOT NOTES TO THE POEM ON PAGE 52 the title is ‘Taradiddle‘ which means senseless talk it is about ‘aquabib’ which means waterdrinker used 1731 – 1883 ‘blateration‘ which means babbling used 1656 – 1864 ‘nidifice’ which means a nest used 1656 ‘dacryops’ which means the watery eyes ‘zucca’ which means gourd ‘anaphia’ which means loss of sense ‘zaffre’ colour made with impure cobalt oxide ‘yelve’ which means garden fork used from around 1000 till 1886 ‘Waratell’ is made up by the writer of the book and is a combination of two languages and has no meaning (the words without a year are from a list of obscure words) SO NOW YOU CAN READ THE POEM AGAIN SEEING PERHAPS A DIFFERENT MEANING
This footnote came into being after a long conversation with one of the editors, a more than 3 hours video call (corona you know) To make the footnote in the book would look sad so there comes a link to this blog so people can read this if they want. In this way you can read the poem first without an explanation and than with it. Look at how your mind or your feeling will fill in the meaning of the poem.
Many of the photo are not straight away clear, you will ask yourself “what am I looking at” well they are all feathers. Together with my camera i can create a picture of what i see laying around. No explanation will be given and certainly not my own secret ways of creating them photos.